It Is The Good War That Hallows

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.

Do I Advise You To Love The Neighbor? I Suggest Rather To Escape From The Neighbor And To Love Those Who Are The Farthest Away From You. Higher Than The Love For The Neighbor Is The Love For The Man Who Is Distant And Has Still To Come.

All That Philosophers Have Handled For Millennia Has Been Conceptual Mummies; Nothing Actual Has Ever Escaped From Their Hands Alive.

We No Longer Love Our Knowledge Enough Once We Have Passed It On.